Define And Conquer. Watch and Read.
Do not think that blind hate is not blind.
We must seek to define, what they try to divide.
Category: Kenyan Mind
All things we love and hate about our country.
The Bull In The China Shop
If I respect your opinion, And you respect mine, We’ll do just fine. Discourse leads to compromise in time There is seldom need for a bull in a china shop Force, facing fragility brings progress to a Full Stop. Before it’s had a chance to be heard. Though too far from here to hear,…
Guys, I Can’t Afford To Be A Poet.
As a child, at an age six I stopped finding the phrase; “Your a poet and you didn’t even know it” Funny. Because, I did know. Until Twenty Three, I thought it would only be, Only in writing. Then, I did my rounds, sometimes ten in a month. Dues must be paid, when you work with…
The Dust She Leaves
But then again, life does go on. So it may not be as serious as it seems. She may not see or breath again, but the dust she leaves will catch sun beams. Her name’s not on a headline, she isn’t famous, or important. She’s beautiful, she catches stares, but then again, there are…
The Hypocrites
Tongue twisted. In times of the visually inclined. Praying for the divine to intervine the religious blinds. Which find the sublime in full pockets from tyths off steriotipical disclaimers, towards people in cages, Of any other kind, be they mamed or regionally defined. Dark n Twisties.
My Prayers Against War
I thought i was crowned with a neon sign that said which way u could go with your notions of self depletion. I barely lifted a finger. Imobilized by shock. You made a fool of my trusting nativity. But i am now braced and barred against your return. I hate your ease in destruction of…
My Prayers Against War
I thought i was crowned with a neon sign that said which way u could go with your notions of self depletion. I barely lifted a finger. Imobilized by shock. You made a fool of my trusting nativity. But i am now braced and barred against your return. I hate your ease in destruction of…
He Chose
She sat, with his hand in her lap. Nestled. Offering the only comfort she could. She rubbed her hand over his hair, clear of his hair line. It was difficult to tell whether he was more upset with the world or with Tessa. She couldn’t help feeling like a fall back. She would do anything…
You Work For Me
You work for me. And I’m tired of seeing, my countrymen bleeding, for the sake of your fees. See, you work for me, But I can not believe in your incompetent grinning, at my nations needs. You work for me inadequately. Selfishly stabbing our unity. Spitting at the beauty in diversity. Disrespectfully rubbing dirt in the wounds which it…
My Ditches Have Roads
My lakes have grass And my roads have water Not enough reforestation But it seems to be fine, That the best dug out holes, Are on hazardous inclines. My lakes have grass My roads have water As we weave off the edges Of what should be dual carriage To bypass the ditches which cross…